Recommended by Scott Sickles

Extraordinarily paced and relentlessly suspenseful!

A furtive phone call about an unsettling discovery and you’re praying Tabitha doesn’t get caught.

Most important is the substance of her discovery which gives us a charged look at a particular group while unflinchingly examining the culture at large.

The unheard listener is also a great character. By turns patient, funny (too many horror movies), and potentially dangerous, Tabitha’s emotionally safety rests precariously with them.

Sellem perfectly captures the dissonance when our beliefs, in people and the world, are turned upside-down. Atmospheric and haunting!

"I actually think a lot of people would pay more attention to philosophy if the
discussions looked like this."

As someone with a philosophy degree, I concur.

Weaver is not going for subtlety here. You’ve been warned. There is literally someone hitting someone else (not over but) in the head!

The battle between good and evil has never been sexier. It’s a cross between BARBARELLA and Vacation Bible School. And one of the Weaveriest Weaver plays ever to be Woven!

Three great roles for actors with deadpan comic timing and a sense of the flirtatious. A philosophical hoot!

When in doubt, question.
When in fear, observe.
When in danger, go. When you can.

A new Speckman monologue (a new Speckman anything) is always a gift. Here, there's no pretty wrapping; no bow, no guessing.

This is a borrowed suitcase you don't have to return. This is directions where to go and a list of people to call. This monlogue is car keys placed in your hand.

The story is direct. Familiar. Yet it needs to be told again and often. The poetry in Speckman’s prose infuses the reader with their own forgotten worth. It is a beacon!

Every prison drama is the same and every prison drama is different.

You know this story. Affectionate human with beleaguered feline. What you don’t know... are Randy and Snoozeball. Simultaneously archetypes and individuals, they leverage the balance of power in their relationship with skill and cunning. Who is the captor? Who the captive? It changes from moment to moment, maneuver to maneuver. Ultimately, both are interred, yet within that interment there is common ground and freedom to be haggled and won!

It’s also a hilarious cat-during-COVID tale that would be a joy to perform online and eventually onstage!

It’s like Rachel Carnes was there!
In the room where it... yeah, I can’t.

Cleverly giving each miscreant one character-defining line, more than any of them deserve in real life, Carnes paints a comic portrait of an American political cancer, using it to inoculate the reader from the toxins within the West Wing.

A tonic!

Sometimes you read a play that feels like it was written just for you. Like someone took the pieces of your heart and put them on paper. And sometimes, those pieces are the most beautifully twisted ones.

Osorio has taken the pitch black humors of my soul and whipped up a deep dark chocolate death mousse, rich and airy, using the bitter to perfectly enhance the sweet!

(I don't even mind that the "older man" is only 29!)

Gloriously deadpan, thoroughly sick, and strangely romantic, it frequently made me laugh until I couldn't breathe. Appropriate, considering!

An all-time fave!

If there ever was a play children need to read at this moment in time, at this point in history, it is this play.

If there ever was a play adults need to read at this moment in time, at this point in history, it is this play.

I read WEEDS the day Joe Biden became president-elect of a nation divided because too many, on both sides, think like the square and not the circle. Who are blinded by weeds. Goldman-Sherman espouses a simple understanding: to know each other as individuals so we can belong together as people. Beautiful!

The Matthew Weaver Kissing Play should be (and perhaps by now is) a genre unto itself.

There are now so many Matthew Weaver Kissing Plays – usually involving an older, more experienced female kissing a younger, innocent, inexperienced male; sometimes as a welcome surprise, other times a direct request or negotiation; occasionally pitting realistic urges against social propriety – one would think he HAS to have run out of ideas by now!

As with any genre, this one adapts to social evolution, culimating in a romantic satire hilariously, sweetly, sexily, perfectly capturing a historic moment on an intimate level. Wonderful!

Guns are sexy.

It's a statement of fact. They're designed that way.
First, they're phallic by nature.
They're also orgasmic by nature: making a bang when they shoot.
They're sleek. Usually shiny. With crisp, clean lines like James Bond's tux and sensuous curves like a "Bond Girl": the better to touch it, to hold it, when it shoots with that bang.

But what if the gun... knew it was sexy. Knew you thought so, too. What if you and the gun procreated death?

Boyle's monologue -- inventive, sensual and disturbing -- answers those questions and more. Read it aloud. Sexily.

We all either know have been IMATNT, short for "IMA TOTALLY NEUROTIC TEXTAHOLIC." The character is relentlessly neurotic, which ratchets the tension sky-high while flooring the momentum!

Their counterpart by contrast is surprisingly easygoing after getting a barrage of texts that are huge red flags. But some people are way too nice to those who are way too needy, and I'm sure we've all BTDT at some point.

Sansone-Braff skillfully illustrates how social media can bring out the worst in us, sometimes permanently. She also celebrates patience and understanding, as well as appreciating clarity and knowing when enough's enough.